Why

I am but an earthen vessel

drawn from dirt I stand still.


As the rain falls I do weep.

As the earth turns I do sleep.


I stand and look at the sky,

as I move forward I ask why.


Such a place as this is irony

tis why this earth’s a part of me.


For my mind bends all directions.

All consumed I desire my affections.


To sustain these lungs is air,

to sustain my soul I’ll meet you there.



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